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The Joy of Obedience
Obedience peered through the chain link fence. It was something she had done many times before, but this time, it was different.This time, she was on the outside, looking in.Inside the compound, Isaac's People, her people, went about their daily tasks, each in their place, each a carefully positioned cogwheel in the Great Plan. They looked so content. Of course, they were the obedient ones, while Obedience, despite her name, had always struggled doing what she was told. She'd never been content to harvest the vegetables or care for the children or any of the other menial tasks that were the lo...
Before Midnight
“Hello my darling Gloria. I hope you’re having a fine birthday. I bet you are, up there in heaven… I hope. Anyways I brought you a bit of vodka this year. Don’t tell Mark - he’s been saving it for a special occasion. Then again how could you, you're six feet under,” I spoke to my old friend who now resided in a grave yard. I decided i should hurry up since they Just as I was about to spill some onto her grave I heard someone running toward me calling out to me“Nana what are you doing out of bed!? You’re supposed to be in bed! The doctor said-” I cut off my grandson before I could hear any mo...
Resolved
“Man, what the fuck am I doing here?” Doug said. His zip-tied wrists and ankles hurt and he had lost feeling in his hands. With each unanswered question he felt more panic course through his blood. He could feel the guy’s presence in the shadows ahead. When he first came to, he had been confused. The last thingwww.onedoor.cc he could recall was leaving the bar. He had walked out toward his GMC Denali in the back lot. He remembered he had found the last parking spot because he was early, before the New Year’s Eve crowd. He had wedged the big vehicle in there and nearly scratched the paint, it was so tight ag...
Martians on a Drowned Earth
TW: SwearingAgent Belle Nguyen stared down the gun in the Spectrum droid’s hand unblinking. “Purple, really? Going to shoot me? Someone force feed you shit mood soup?” Her voice was a mix of posh English and French.“What are you doing aboard my ship?” Detective Arthas Jacques asked, holding up his metal prosthetic hand towards the droid to keep it from acting on deadly impulses.“Waiting for you,” she said.“Put the gun away, Purple.” Arthas threw off his coat and fanned his shirt beneath. Sweat from running all day had soaked his clothes. “We’re not supposed to work together anymore. I was take...